Waylon Jennings - Gentle On My Mind Lyrics
(John Hartford)It's knowing that your door is always openAnd your path is free to walkThat makes me tend to leave my sleeping bagRolled up and stashed behind your couch.And it's knowing I'm not shacked by forgotten words and bonsAnd the ink stains that have dried upon some lineThat keeps you in the back roads by the rivers of my mem'ryKeeps you ever gentle on my mind.It's not clinging to the rocksand I'd be planted on their columns now that binds meOr something that somebody saidBecause they thought we fit together walkin'.It's just knowing that the world will not be cursin' or forgivin'When I walk along some railroad track and findThat you're movin' on the back roads by the rivers of my mem'ryAnd for hours you're just gentle on my mind.Though the wheet fields and the clothes linesAnd the junk yards and the highways come between usAnd some other woman 's cryin' to her mother'Cause she turned and I was gone.I still might run in silence tears of joy might stain my faceAnd the summer sun might burn me till I'm blindBut not to where I cannot see you walking on the back roadsBy the rivers flowing gentle on my mind.I dipped my cup of soap back froma gurglin', cracklin', caltron in some train yardMy beard a roughen coal pileAnd a dirty hat pulled low across my face.Through cupped hands round a tin canI pretend to hold you to my breast and findThat you're waving from the back roads by the rivers of my mem'ryEver you're just gentle on my mind...
